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Nasty Incest Sex Bundle: 7 Filthy Hot Stories Of Fucking Daddy And Mom

Copyright, Kim Clove, All Rights Reserved

These are works of fiction. The characters are all 18 years or older.

Daddy’s Nine Inch Cock Won’t Fit

Copyright, 2017, All Rights Reserved

Kim Clove

This is a work of fiction. The characters are all 18 years or older.


Daddy drove us to my uncle’s house. Uncle John was having a get together for close family. My aunt was going to be there, and my brother. Mom wasn’t in town though, she was two hours away visiting her sister. My brother was in a bad mood, and I knew he’d spend the day moping about talking about how much his job sucked and how little money he was making. That meant it was going to be up to me to socialize with Aunt Trudy and Uncle John, because I knew my dad was going to get drunk and make a fool of himself.

He’d been fighting a lot with mom lately, and it had taken a toll on him. When we got to Uncle John’s house we got out of the car and went inside. I played on my phone for a bit and then dad asked me to help him with something in the guest room. I walked back and saw that he was sitting on the bed with his face in his hands, tears streaming from his eyes.

“She wants a divorce,” he said. He was sober, just sad.

“Oh, dad. Fuck that bitch!”

“She hates me. What have I done?”

“You did nothing, dad.”

“She cheated on me so many times.”

My father sobbed. Uncle John poked his head through the door. “Billy, you okay?”

“He’s okay, John, thanks. Give us a few.”

My dad leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “You’re always there for me, and she isn’t. I wish you were my wife instead of her.” Then his face turned blood red and he laughed nervously. “I’m just kidding. Fuck, I’m only joking.”

My face turned ghost white and I didn’t know what to say. It was such an awkward comment for my dad to make, there wasn’t much that could be said. And anything he said just made it more awkward as he stumbled over his words and the sweat grew more profuse and dripped down his cheeks. “Fuck…” He muttered.

I could feel myself feeling somewhat turned on. My father was a handsome man, no doubt about that. I leaned in and placed my hand on his upper leg. He fidgeted and then he stared into my eyes nervously, mouth hanging open. “Honey…”

“Shh.” I whispered, “It’s okay, daddy.”

He leaned in and kissed my lips, shoving his tongue into my mouth and groaning as he held my face in his hand and fell onto the bed with me in a laying position. We made out as I squirmed and moaned with confusion and lust, and then I pulled away. “Oh my god. What are you doing?”

His eyes bulged out like a mad-man’s. “I just – I… Oh my god, what have I done…?”

“Daddy… We can’t do this, what’s wrong with you?” I could feel my pussy wet and tingling. I felt so confused and so turned on, and I don’t know why. How sick was I? How sick was he? He was my father for god’s sake! We couldn’t kiss like that.

Regardless, I couldn’t fight the sudden urges I was feeling. He’d aroused me; made me horny. I walked back to the bed and sat next to him. He was breathing heavily, obviously terrified of what he’d just done to me. I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him back to me. Then I shoved my tongue down his throat and he sucked on it hungrily, swapping saliva with me. He moaned filthily into my mouth as he fondled my cleavage, and then he stood up and quickly closed the door before storming back to the bed and crawling on top of me.

He pressed his jeaned crotch against mine, and I moaned as I felt the hardness of his cock through his blue jeans, rubbing against my crotch. I squealed as my dad pulled my tank top over my head and began to suck on my bare breasts. He liked when I didn’t wear a bra; I had caught him a few times lately staring at my tits. Maybe that’s why I did it; I don’t know. Nevertheless, daddy definitely liked my boobs, and now he was sucking on each of them as I rubbed his package through his blue jeans.

“You’re so big… Dad, are you sure this is okay? What are we doing?”

“Hush,” he murmured. “Just enjoy it.”

He lapped at my breasts before sliding his tongue down my stomach and to my belly button, which he stuck his tongue inside as I squirmed and giggled. It was so ticklish! He grabbed and fondled my jiggling eighteen year old body as he tongued my chunky stomach and then finally slipped my blue jeans down to my knees and glanced nervously towards the door.

“Did you hear something?”

“No.” I said.

“Good.” He stared for a moment longer at the door and then sighed and fixated his bulging eyeballs back on my cunt, which seemed to possess him with more than a tad bit of lust.

He dug his tongue into my dripping virgin pussy, sucking on the lips of my clit and then sliding his pointed tongue downwards and poking it into my hole. I then experienced what I’d never experienced in my entire life. The sensation of an orgasm. When I say orgasm, I mean a damned intense climax. I came hard and slow, squirting even, all over my father’s precious loving face.

He opened his mouth then and stuck his tongue out; eager to get a taste of my sweet pussy juice as he gargled it in his mouth (which fucking repulsed and turned me on at the same time… How sick was he?), and then he swallowed it, tossing his head back and grinning, closing his mouth and letting my juices flow into his mouth. Daddy lapped at my wet pussy, as if he were trying to dry it off nicely with his tongue, although that was impossible because his tongue was dripping wet too and my pussy kept secreting more and more juice.

Daddy slid his tongue up my torso to my breasts again, and then he slipped his cock into the edge of my pussy – just the fucking tip, because the whole of it wouldn’t fit – it wouldn’t fit whatsoever! Daddy groaned and groaned, making out with my breasts and growing more impatient by the minute as he tried to penetrate me with his dick. It wasn’t happening. I was wet; dripping wet at that, but my pussy was simply too tight for his big cock.

“I’m nine inches harde,” he muttered. “Is that really so fucking big?” His voice was tense and full of frustration.

I laughed. “Yes, I think nine inches is so big, daddy. But then again, I’ve never seen a dick in real life before, so I have nothing to compare it to.”

He sighed, and then he looked me in the eyes and smiled. “What am I thinking? I need you to suck me first, anyway. How about a blowjob for big daddy? How about a good deep throat from my eighteen year old cock slut?”

“Daddy, I’m not a slut.”

“Sure you aren’t. That’s why you’re gagging on this, right?” He muttered right before crawling swiftly up to my faced and shoving his cock into my throat.

I gagged on impact. His cock rammed into the depths of my aching throat and I squealed as I choked on the massive, lengthy cock. Yes, nine inches was big – really freaking big, and he was so thick that it hurt my lips as it stretched them wide apart. Daddy pulled his cock from my mouth and began to tit fuck me then. He was nice and lubricated by my slobbering mouth, and he sandwiched his cock between my breasts and fucked them hard and fast.


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